GCWA Friday Night Inferno


*So some places appear to be starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Maybe. Most of us are still locked down, awaiting the changes that will allow the economy to start opening again. We all want it. Most would rather it be safe, but who the hell knows when that's going to be? Thank God Jonathan Barrows was able to convince Texas that the Global Championship Wrestling Association was an essential business. Whatever might have been passed under the table, it doesn't matter. The GCWA's still here, and you're ready for another great episode of Friday Night Inferno!!*

*As the GCWA logo fades away, we see Deana Barrows standing in the middle of darkness. She flips her hair out of her face before turning to the camera. She's well-dressed as always, fiiting a Barrows.*

Deana Barrows: The battle of May is approaching... battle lines are being drawn...

*Footage of Dave Branson & Dylan Thomas attacking Mike Zybala are shown, with Thomas laying Zybala out in the end. The A-List stands tall over the Unified X Division Champion, getting their revenge.*

Deana Barrows: Alliances are forged... and broken...

*Video shows Tony Savage leaving the arena last Friday, only to be confronted by Jonathan Barrows. Barrows then told him about defending his North American Title the next week against Barrows' new favorite, PerZag.*

Deana Barrows: Blood... has been spilled...

*We see shots from the epic Last Man Standing match last Friday between Ryot and The Empty, ending with the massive fall off the top of the camera tower.*

Deana Barrows: War... is definitely coming...

*Clips from the last few Infernos show stand-offs between PerZag and The Big Bifford, Ed Houston & Mack O'Connor, and the eventual set-up between them to face at the next PPV.*

Deana Barrows: Two weeks until the next path is chosen for the New Era...

*Deana slyly smiles towards the camera, leaning towards it. The screen begins to burn along the edges as the image goes away, illuminating every square inch of the screen. In the flames, shots of different wrestling maneuvers are shown. Blastoff. The Worthiest Move Of All. The Sound of Silence. Under The Lights. One Shot, One Kill. The Biff End. The Perfect Finisher. Hollow Point. Each as impressive as you would expect. In the center of the flames, an image of the current GCWA World Heavyweight Champion, Mack O'Connor, appears, smirking as he stares into the camera. The fury of the flames overtakes the champion, as he disappears from sight. "Legend" from the Score then plays, leading us into the beginning of Inferno!*

"BANG BANG, BANG BANG, BANG BANG, THIS FIRE'S A WEAPON... BANG BANG, BANG BANG, BANG BANG, WON'T STOP 'TIL WE'RE LEGEND!"

*Throughout the flames, images of the various wrestlers competing in the company flash by, some doing their signature maneuvers, others posing for the camera. As the music hits a crescendo, the screen blows apart, and we return to the GCWA Arena in Dallas, Texas! The barriers are up to help separate fans even more, which means the crowd looks even sparser. But there's still some strong attendance from the best fans in the business, the ones who want to see the greatest wrestling in the world... at least at that very moment. We shift from them down to ringside to join Adrian Rockwell & Hood.*

Rockwell: Welcome to Friday Night Inferno! We're getting closer and closer to Blood On The Battlefield V!

Hood: Fuck yeah!

Rockwell: There aren't many shows out there that can claim to reach the fifth time they've been performed, which tells you how special Blood On The Battlefield V can be. And, of course, all the talk has been about the main event!

Hood: Nothing about the awesome announcer who will be working the show?

Rockwell: Thanks, Hood, but no, no one's talking about me...

Hood: There's a reason for that...

Rockwell: We're expecting more matches to officially be made in the next few weeks, including tonight, as we put together a blockbuster of the show. But let's not too look far in the future, as we have a PPV-caliber show here tonight!

Hood: Yeah, Tony Savage vs. PerZag for the North American Title? That's a dream match!

Rockwell: Plus a match we've already seen on PPV, Ed Houston taking on The Big Bifford!

Hood: And... yeah, that's about it.

Rockwell: What about Dangerous Dan vs. The Lost Soul? Two of the greats going at it!

Hood: ...

Rockwell: Plus three other matches featuring some amazing stars of the company, coming up later tonight! We've got so much action, there's no point in waiting any...



*Natural Born Killaz By Ice Cube and Dr. Dre starts playing throughout the arena. The crowd starts to boo as Enforcer comes walking out in a silver three piece suit with a red tie and burgundy dress shoes. As Enforcer casually walks down the aisle he is indifferent to the booing crowd. Enforcer walks over to the ring steps and he pauses for a moment at the bottom of the stairs. Enforcer then walks up the steps and on to the ring apron. He looks out at the jeering crowd and he lifts both of his arms out to his side to soak in the energy from the crowd. Enforcer then enters the ring through the top and middle ropes. Enforcer walks across the ring and gets the microphone from the ring announcer. Enforcer walks in a circle around the center of the ring as the music is turned off.*

Enforcer: What a better way to start an Inferno with the hottest wrestler in this damn company's history. We all know that once I leave this ring the show will go down hill from then. You might be wondering why I am here if I am not here to do battle and put someone in their place like I did to Thunder last week. Did you all like that? Because I did. So, I don't have a match tonight which is fine but all of you know me. I never mind some time off. Whether it is just for one night, weeks, months, or in some rare occasions years. What's the difference between then and now? Believe me it is not because I want to bang up my body to entertain the masses of cretinous humanoids here in GCWA or watching from home. Like I have said since day one of my time here in GCWA I want, I crave, dammit I need that GCWA World Heavyweight title. I mean sure, you've heard me saying this for the last couple weeks since I have arrived on the GCWA playing field.

*Enforcer walks over to the ring ropes closest to the aisle leading to the entrance. Enforcer leans up against the ropes.*

Enforcer: I am starting to get the sense that nobody in that locker room takes me seriously. (Gives a slight tilt of the head towards the backstage area.) Hey, that is cool. That the ignorance that is endemic of the state of Texas would slowly creep it's way into the back of that locker room. If that is indeed that case then how can I remedy such a situation? To totally dominate somebody in this very ring? If you would think so then you would be wrong. We all saw my debut match last week. Did Thunder get any offense at all against me? Nope! You are welcome Lightning. Your video supremacy will thank me. You know, once you get them. So, I have come out and asked pretty please for some action. Nothing. I then went and destroyed Thunder's life and still nothing. So, I am here calling out every single person back in the locker room. Man, woman, punk bitch,grappler, tiger, hog, fat man, super hero, crazy and dangerous person that GCWA has to offer. If none of you have the balls to come fight me I am going to go on the hunt. I need to go on the hunt if I want that treasure at the rainbow. If I don't cranking out some wins then I will never get my shot at Mr. O Connor and the World Heavyweight title. If I don't get the wins, then I don't get the championship belt, and then I don't get my bonuses that are included in my contract. The only two things I like in this business are championships and money. So, if none of you are bad ass enough to get into the ring with me. That's fine! Just know I'll be around and I will strike. There is no ifs, ands, or buts about it. The only real question is when?

*The crowd boos louder and louder. Enforcer throws up his arms in frustration.*

Enforcer: Seriously?

*Crowd boos louder.*

Enforcer: Seriously?

*Crowd boos louder.*

Enforcer: I know it has to be cow mating season right about now in Texas and there are probably many cattle out on every corner around the city but that's not how humans get a life partner.

*Crowd boos louder.*

Enforcer: It is not my fault that your ignorance doesn't allow you to see the diamond in the rough you now have in this damn company. Quite honestly that is alright but when you see the destruction of all your heroes then don't come crying to me. I tried to be civil about this whole situation but if this is the way everyone in the audience, watching at home, or the boys and gals in the back that is quite alright. I am not doing this for the masses. The only people I acquiesce to are my wife and kids. Rest assured I am going to take what I want when I want. The greatest person to ever live will not wait for anyone in his path to the World title.

*Enforcer spikes the mic down with an angered look on his face as Natural Born Killaz by Ice Cube and Dr. Dre starts playing.*

Rockwell: Enforcer is calling out the entire locker room!

Hood: Pretty brazen for a newcomer to the company, but I like it!

Rockwell: We'll have to see if anyone answers the challenge this next week! For now, let's get to the ring for our first match of the night!


Singles Match
Dr. Baad (0-0) vs. Aaron Warthog (2-11)

Minos: Our first contest is a Non-Title match set for one fall... introducing first... standing 6'1" and weighing 330 lbs... from Charleston, South Carolina... now officially the Outsiders United X Division Champion... here is Aaron Warthog!!

"Everyone knows I'm Hog Wild!"

*Hank Williams Jr starts the intro as the fans all turn to look at the entrance. The heavyweight known as Aaron Warthog comes out, jutting out his chin on the stage and facing the audience. He's wearing the store-bought gold belt on his shoulder; no way it goes around his waist. Warthog starts down to the ring, pounding on his stomach along the way, ready for another brawl.*

Rockwell: Even though Warthog lost via disqualification last week due to The A-List attacking Zybala, he's still got that title with him.

Hood: Well, it's recognized now as an actual title. The Outsiders United X Division Title.

Rockwell: Zybala never buys actual belts, does he?

Hood: Why should he, when Warthog's already picked one up?

Rockwell: The question is, since Alice Knight refused to wrestle here tonight, who is Warthog wrestling?

Hood: Did anyone tell Warthog his match changed?

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'0" and weighing 275 lbs... from The Outer Limits of Baad... here is Dr. Baad!!

*The opening notes of Body Count's "Body Count is in the House" begins to rattle out over the arena, the black curtain snaps open suddenly as the massive, in terms of weight not height, Dr. Baad steps through the curtain wearing a black t-shirt which has the arms and sides removed, his black wrestling trunks and of course an afro pick in his hair. To his right is none other than the 'Manager of Wrestlers' Christopher J. Wrigley, who is wearing his normal suit and tie, is clutching his briefcase with both arms in an attempt to avoid having any of the fans try to reach out and touch him. The duo make their way towards the ring, Wrigley threatening to sue anyone who touches him and Dr. Baad just glaring towards the ring.*

Rockwell: When Alice bowed out of this match, Christopher J. Wrigley made sure to get his new client, Dr. Baad, into this slot.

Hood: They even went to Jonathan Barrows' house here in Dallas. That's commitment!

Rockwell: Wrigley said he had been forced to take on talent in 4CW, but now he's got the control of who he manages in the GCWA. And I will say, this Dr. Baad looks like a star pick.

Hood: I hope the police weren't called. The Barrows surely live in a pretty exclusive neighborhood, after all.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: we're ready for our first match of the evening!

Hood: We might be, but Warthog doesn't look like he is.

*Warthog is currently talking to the referee, pointing towards Dr. Baad and Wrigley with annoyance. The referee says this is the scheduled match now, but Warthog doesn't believe it. He replies that he knows what a white female like Alice Knight looks like, and that ain't her! He clearly was looking forward to 'wrapping up' with her. The referee can't do anything, just telling Warthog to fight, but Warthog is once again believing that this is all a referee conspiracy against him. He demands his title back, saying that champions shouldn't be treated this way. With the referee not moving, Warthog threatens to walk out, but as he turns, Dr. Badd is standing right in front of him. Warthog glares at him, asking what the hell he wants... and Dr. Baad throws a standing headbutt, sending Warthog reeling backwards! Dr. Baad follows him towards the ropes, headbutting him again, and a third time!! Warthog falls to a knee, his brain shaken from the heavy strikes, while Dr. Baad stands over him, unaffected!*

Rockwell: Those headbutts are destructive!

Hood: I would have said for sure that Warthog had the hardest head in the GCWA, but clearly I'm mistaken!

Rockwell: You just thought that because of your opinion of Warthog's intelligence.

Hood: Can you blame me?

*Dr. Baad brings Warthog back up, blocking any attempt of him trying to fight back. He drives Warthog into the corner, hammering him with shoulder rams into the gut. Another headbutt drops Warthog into a seated position, where he's left laying as Dr. Baad walks away. Wrigley can be seen outside the ring, pleased and rooting him on. He's seeing exactly what he was expecting to see. Before Warthog can try to get out of the corner, Dr. Baad comes running back, landing a massive running cannonball into the corner!!! Warthog's hurting badly from that one, having that much bulk slammed into him. Dr. Baad drags Warthog by the legs, pulling him out of the corner. He then goes off the ropes and comes back, getting One Baad Elbow Drop (leaping elbow drop) onto Warthog!! He makes the cover, holding Warthog down as the referee makes his count... 1... 2... and somehow Warthog gets himself out of it. Dr. Baad sits up, ready to continue the punishment until this one's over.*

Rockwell: So far, Warthog hasn't been able to get in a single offensive move!

Hood: He was expecting Alice Knight, who's, what, 125 pounds? It's not exactly fair to change his opponent to someone like this!

Rockwell: A great wrestler can adapt to any situation.

Hood: Warthog seems the type to be lost if the menu's slightly changed at the local Whataburger.

*Wrigley has called Dr. Baad over to him, talking it over. Behind them, Warthog slowly pulls himself up. He's wobbly on his feet, nearly stumbling into the referee, who has to push him away. Dr. Baad turns to him, showing no respect. Warthog sees him through blurry eyes, walking towards him. He says something about being a champion through slurred lips, but Dr. Baad just rears back and nails him with a Bionic Elbow Smash!! With his bell being rung yet again, Warthog just stands there, knocked senseless. Dr. Baad then grabs him by the arm and whips Warthog into the ropes. As the big man returns, Dr. Baad lifts him up into One Baad Landing (Pop-Up Flatliner)!!!! The crowd lets out a shocked cheer, not expecting to see anyone lift Warthog up like that. Dr. Baad doesn't even acknowledge the cheer, though, as he makes the cover on the unconscious Warthog... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... Dr. Baad!!!

Rockwell: Warthog never stood a chance!

Hood: Maybe if he hadn't come into it like a whiny bitch...

Rockwell: Even then, Hood, Dr. Baad appeared to be way too strong to be denied. Did you see the way he got Warthog in the air?

Hood: I don't think it'll be long before Wrigley has another man challenging for championships...

Rockwell: As for Warthog... well, he's still got the belt Zybala made official for him...

*Wrigley is in the ring now with Dr. Baad, congratulating him. Dr. Baad just looks down at Warthog, glaring at him, before turning and leaving the ring with Wrigley. The referee moves out of the ring, getting Warthog's 'belt' and bringing it into him. Warthog slowly comes to, not sure what the hell just happened to him. The ref hands him the belt, and Warthog clutches at it, smiling, before dropping his head back to the mat and seemingly passing out again. We fade out.*





*The lights go out and "Ready to Die" by Andrew W.K. hits the speakers. The fans cheer as the lights turn on and Mike Zybala is standing on the announcer table. Hood lets out a scream. Zybala pats his head before hopping off the table and heading into the ring. He grabs a microphone along the way and stands in the middle of the ring as the music dies down.*

Zybala: At Ultimate Survivor, I thought my business was done with The A-List. I got a few pins on them, but PerZag managed to take me out. Sure, I was upset, but that happens in this business. I thought that meant we would go our separate ways. Apparently I was wrong. Last week when I was fighting Warthog, David and Dylan thought it would be a great idea to jump me again! That's two back to back X-Division title matches they've ruined for the fans!

*The fans boo and Zybala lets them for a minute before continuing.*

Zybala: Now I don't know if they just really hate me, or are indirectly trying to ask for a title match, or a combo of the both, but I'm getting really tired of it. So I have a proposition for you guys. If you really want me that bad, I'll give you a match. I propose at Blood on the Battlefield, it will be The A-List versus Mike Zybala and a partner of my choosing. If they win, Thomas gets a title shot at the next ppv. If I win, they fuck off. Let me know boys.

*Zybala makes his way towards the ropes to leave the ring, but stops and taps his forehead with the microphone before getting back in the ring.*

Zybala: I almost forgot about Brady Vega! He's been making a lot of noise lately about me and my title too. Well Brady, sadly you're going to have to wait your turn. I'll give you a shot after I put the A-List in their places. For now, just do what you've been doing and hope that Tony can keep the tag titles around your waist.

*Zybala drops the mic, the lights go out, and when they come back on, Zybala is gone.*

Rockwell: You okay, Hood?

Hood: Damn it, I wasn't prepared for that!! My heart!!

Rockwell: Just take deep breaths.

Hood: I fucking hate Zybala!

Rockwell: I know you do. But he's definitely proposed a very intriguing match for Blood On The Battlefield!

Hood: The A-List will destroy him... and besides, who'd want to partner with him?

Rockwell: A very good question. For now, let's get to our next match!


Singles Match
Brady Vega (2-1) vs. Xtreme (7-25-1)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... first, entering the arena... standing 6'3" and weighing 290 lbs... from Parts Unknown... here is Xtreme!!

*As the first chords of "What I've Done" by Linkin Park plays, the lights around the entrance begin to flash rapidly. In the midst of this, the dark, tortured presence of Xtreme appears. He walks slowly out onto the ramp, grinning at the thought of the violence to come. He makes his way towards the ring, his smile growing larger the closer he gets.*

Rockwell: We were all surprised with Xtreme's sudden return last week.

Hood: And not at all surprised when he still lost a match.

Rockwell: From what Xtreme said this week, he's back to try and get some revenge on Dylan Thomas for breaking his ankle.

Hood: You'd think, even as insane as Xtreme is, he'd learn his lesson after having his ankle damaged by Thomas twice now.

Rockwell: One thing we know about Xtreme, he doesn't shy away from pain.

Hood: He's also an idiot. He's not even facing Thomas tonight!

Minos: His opponent... standing 5'9" and weighing 178 lbs... from Los Angeles, California... accompanied by Britney Anders... here is one-half of the World Tag-Team Champions... Brady Vega!!

*"Surf Club" by St. Jhn starts up, as Brady Vega and Britney Anders step out of the back. Vega's wearing the GCWA World Tag-Team Title he shares with Tony Savage. Vega is super animated on their way to the ring, sliding under the ropes while Anders gets up confidently on the apron.*

Rockwell: So did Brady Vega actually knock himself out this week, or was that a parody of Xtreme?

Hood: I don't know, I don't even remember that part.

Rockwell: You just remember Anders being pulled on a leash, don't you?

Hood: I am SO happy they're here in the GCWA!

Rockwell: Just disturbing...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: So what will Xtreme be able to offer Vega in competition?

Hood: I'm sure both men would rather this was No Disqualification, but who knows where the violence would lead?

Rockwell: Well, it could certainly come over here towards us.

Hood: So, yep, glad it's a regular match.

*Vega has moved over towards Anders in the corner, getting very, very close to her face as they talk to each other. Vega finally turns, stepping towards Xtreme... who's charging in towards him with a wild yell!! But Vega's reactions are up to the challenge, as he easily leapfrogs over the rushing Xtreme and causing him to crash into the corner instead! Vega turns, running towards Xtreme in the corner and running up him, doing a flip off of Xtreme's chest to land back on the mat! His display of speed and agility continues as he runs forward with a dropkick right into Xtreme's chest! The hardcore wrestler, coughing, stumbles forward, even as Vega darts past him and goes up on the turnbuckle, raising both arms with a yell before turning and leaping off at Xtreme, flipping over him with The Mountain Slinger (Blockbuster)!!! Xtreme's down, even as Vega jumps effortlessly to his feet, ignoring the boos coming from the crowd.*

Hood: Vega showing us all again why he's the One True Icon!

Rockwell: I wonder how Lucas Thames feels, hearing that?

Hood: Who knows? Who cares? The one who should be worried is that Mike Zybala! Vega's coming for you, fool!

Rockwell: You heard Zybala earlier, Hood. He's going after The A-List first, Vega will have to wait his turn.

Hood: Just as long as someone kicks Zybala's ass, I'll be happy.

*Xtreme is working his way up, trying to clear the cobwebs, but Vega was just waiting for him, charging in and dropping him back down with a facebuster to the mat! Xtreme shudders, then starts to get up again, that sick smile on his face as always when he's taking punishment. Vega doesn't hesitate, taking Xtreme down with another facebuster, but this time jumping up afterwards and delivering a double stomp to the back of Xtreme's head!! Xtreme stays down, facing the canvas, as Vega goes back to the turnbuckle. He climbs up, throwing a sly grin at an approving Anders before taking flight with Malicious Intent (Phoenix Splash)!!!! He lands right on Xtreme's back, buckling him in a way no wrestler should bend. Xtreme's not moving as Vega gets to his feet, posing a little above Xtreme's fallen body while yelling at the camera about how this is the best Barrows has got for him. He kicks Xtreme over and goes for the one-foot pin... 1... 2... Xtreme rolls to his side, almost on instinct, breaking the cover.*

Rockwell: I'm surprised Xtreme was able to move after that splash!

Hood: I was wondering maybe, with that "bionic ankle" of his, he might have improved. Stupid of me, he's the same loser lunatic he's always been.

Rockwell: Or Vega is just on another level...

*Vega has brought Xtreme back up now, taunting him. Xtreme, through a bloody lip, smiles at Vega, wanting more. Vega smirks back and rakes his hands across Xtreme's face, blinding him!! He staggers away to the ropes, as the referee warns Vega not to do anything that blatant. But as Vega raises his hands in a fake apology, Anders jumps onto the apron and nails Xtreme with a right hand, sending him stumbling back the way he came! Vega waits, darting in and catching Xtreme with a lungblower, putting him on the canvas! Vega then transitions out of the move into The Gate Keeper's Remorse (Dragon Sleeper into a Grapevine submission)!!! He hangs on tight, keeping the hold perfectly positioned to drain any fight Xtreme has left. The hardcore wrestler flails his arms around for a few moments, but there's no escape, and he's soon slumping in the hold, with the ref checking on him. After a few moments, the ref signals for the bell, ending this one. It takes another several seconds for Vega to drop Xtreme to the mat.*

Minos: Here is your winner... Brady Vega!!

Hood: Xtreme tapped out!

Rockwell: I think he just passed out. It didn't take that long, though. That hold must be extremely draining.

Hood: Vega's really back with a vengeance here in the GCWA. Someone tell Jonathan or Hunter to give him what he deserves!

Rockwell: I'm sure they're taking notice, Hood.

*Vega celebrates with Britney Anders, leaving the downed Xtreme behind as they head from the ring. Xtreme is checked on by the referee, waking him up. Xtreme sits up, realizing that the match is over, and looking oddly disappointed that he's only got a little blood flowing to show for it. He drags himself up, using the referee as a crutch for a moment before regaining his balance. We cut away.*



*Mack O'Connor sits on the couch in his dressing room. He forces himself to sip on a bottle of Bud Light, clearly not happy about it. But he's obligated to appear as if he enjoys it, so he forges on. The door to his dressing room suddenly opens, and Treat Cassidy steps through.*

Treat: How's it going, Mack?

Mack: Pretty shitty.

Treat: What? Why?

Mack: Why? Dude... Why am I here? I'm not scheduled for an appearance, and I'm not on the card. So why the fuck did you make me come here today?

Treat: Well, I thought it'd be good for you to make some sort of appearance and show your face. Its good for your public relations, especially since you're the face of Bud Light.

*Mack shudders*

Mack: Don't remind me.

*Treat steps towards Mack*

Treat: And you will be making an appearance in the ring tonight.

Mack: I'm not on the card. What the fuck are you talking about?

*Treat smiles*

Treat: I spoke to Barrows, and I pressed him. Bifford, Houston, and PerZag are all making appearances, right? Why shouldn't you?

Mack: How?

Treat: I know how you enjoy officiating... And I know how much Houston and Bifford love you... So, I combined the two.

Mack: What do you mean?

Treat: You'll be the guest referee tonight when Houston and Bifford face off. I figured it would be a great way to get some face time with the fans, all the while showing how you can be honorable and fair when you need to be.

*Mack smiles*

Mack: Sounds good to me.

Treat: I thought it would.

*The picture slowly fades to commercial.*




Singles Match
Anderson Haze (1-3) vs. Madhouse Madi (1-0)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... first, making his return to the GCWA... standing 5'9" and weighing 220 lbs... from Boston, Massachusetts... here is Anderson Haze!!

*The lights go out for the first part of the song. Then the electric guitar starts, a bright flash of white light happens then goes to red.*

*Haze walks out with a black t-shirt that says, “Get Hazed!” on his chest. He stands around and looks at the crowd with a grin on his face and charges to the ring.*

*He slides in and runs to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle and puts up the peace sign to the crowd. He makes eye contact with the crowd and talks to a few people then throws his shirt to a fan. Jumps down from the turnbuckle and turns around and walks back and forth waiting for his opponent.*

Rockwell: Many thought Anderson Haze was gone from the GCWA, but he made a return last week asking for another opportunity from the Barrows.

Hood: Yeah, a lot on the line for this kid tonight. He's got to prove he deserves this chance.

Rockwell: Well, he seemed like he's gotten himself straightened out after that loss to Ryot that derailed him.

Hood: Maybe. Or maybe he's going to crash and burn again.

Minos: His opponent... standing 5'4" and weighing 130 lbs... Fresh from Social Media... here is Madhouse Madi!!

*"Smells Like Teen Spirit" - Nirvana hits as Madhouse Madi smiles and waves to the crowd as she comes in wearing a Madhouse Madi shirt over her ring gear, plus a Pikachu hat over her head. She comes near ringside and high-fives the fans. She then selects one fan ringside to dance to while she removes her Madi shirt and revealing her black and red ring outfit, and gives the shirt to the fan.*

Rockwell: Madhouse Madi got an impressive debut win over John E Depth, but she's been a little quieter over the last week.

Hood: I know! I was expecting her to drop a YouGram video!

Rockwell: That's... not what they're called, Hood.

Hood: Oh, like you know, old man...

Rockwell: I mean, I know it's not that...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Time to start a battle between two young stars!

Hood: You think Madi might find a way to 'accidentally' show us the goods?

Rockwell: Settle down, Hood.

*Madhouse Madi hops over towards Haze, smiling at him. She starts jumping back and forth, ready to go, excited for the match. Haze sets in a defensive posture, set to take her on. They lock up, with Haze transitioning into a headlock. Madhouse Madi fights against it, trying to pull free, but Haze cranks it in, dropping her to a knee before she rises back up. She finally manages to push him towards the ropes, sending him off to the other side. She runs to meet him, trying for a clothesline, but Haze manages to go underneath it, hitting the other side and returning with a shoulder block that knocks Madhouse Madi to her back! Madi gets up, but Haze takes her back down with another shoulder block, then gets hold of her on the way back up, delivering a side slam to the canvas! Haze makes the quick cover, hanging on... 1... and Madhouse Madi quickly kicks free of the attempt. They both get up, with Haze staying in control after a forearm shot.*

Rockwell: Haze showing some urgency early in this one.

Hood: I heard he always wants to deliver five-star matches. Stupid.

Rockwell: Why is that stupid?

Hood: Because if he wins with a quick roll-up five seconds in, the match will have no grade, but he'll be a winner!

Rockwell: True, but it's not very entertaining to the fans...

Hood: The fans don't matter! Winning does!

*Haze lands a couple of strike combinations in the corner, working over the smaller Madhouse Madi. He takes himself up the turnbuckle, punching away at her for the 10 count from the fans. He drops back down, pulling Madhouse Madi out of the corner and lifting her up, dropping her with a scoop slam. He then drops a knee on her before trying another cover... 1... 2... but Madhouse Madi gets her shoulder up in time. Haze, wasting little energy, rises up with Madhouse Madi in tow, taking her towards the center of the ring. He lifts her up into an atomic drop position, holding her there for a second or two. As Haze starts to bring her down, though, Madhouse Madi readjusts and pushes herself forward, turning the atomic drop into a Make Believe (Running Bulldog) variation!! Haze rolls on the mat, stunned, as Madhouse Madi uses the moment for some recovery time. She pulls herself up, going back to Haze and grabbing him on the way up to drop with Press Play (Snap DDT)!!! She makes the cover... 1... but Haze kicks out right before two lands.*

Rockwell: Madhouse Madi has always wanted to be a wrestler, and now she's getting her wish!

Hood: I've always wanted to be a race car driver, but I don't want to die in a horrible crash. Maybe Madhouse should think about that.

Rockwell: I wanted to be a wrestler, and I got my dream, Hood, just like Madhouse. You should go to one of those celebrity racing paid weekends.

Hood: If they ever come back... maybe...

*The two wrestlers are back up now, but not for long, as Madhouse Madi gets a hip toss on Haze to put him down. She then runs to the ropes, springing off them to go for Happy Wheels (Lionsault)!! But Haze gets his boots up, catching Madhouse Madi under the chin!! The online gamer girl falls backwards, dropping onto her back, as Haze works back to his feet. He moves to the corner, even as Madi tries to get back up, holding her jaw painfully. Seeing Madi vulnerable, Haze races back in, spearing her into the opposite corner!! Madi rebounds out of the corner, barely able to stay up, her ribs clearly bothering her. She leans on the ropes, wincing, even as Haze gets back up. As Madhouse Madi turns, Haze steps in, lashing out with a superkick that knocks her to the ground! Haze comes up quickly, dropping his weight onto her heavily while grabbing at the leg... 1... 2... but Madhouse Madi manages to kick out! Haze looks at the referee for a second before nodding, pulling himself up.*

Rockwell: Haze has got Madhouse Madi on the ropes!

Hood: No he doesn't, she's on the mat.

Rockwell: You know what I mean, Hood!

Hood: Not always, Adrian! Don't use "on the ropes" when there are actual ropes involved she could be on!

Rockwell: *sigh*

*The referee circles, watching, as the two wrestlers come back together. Haze drags Madhouse Madi up, setting her up against the ropes. He goes to whip her to the other side of the ring, no, reversal, Madhouse Madi manages to stop in front of Haze and kicks him in the gut, setting up for Game Over (Stunner)!! But as Madi grabs at his head, Haze shoves her off, sending her staggering away. As Madi tries to quickly come back, Haze jumps, nailing her with a big boot to the head out of nowhere!! Madhouse Madi collapses, looking up at the lights with dazed eyes. Haze steps in, grabbing at her head and hauling her up, before lifting her onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry. Before Madi can do anything to try and escape, Haze pushes her off, landing the Haze Effect (Attitude Adjustment)!!! Madi's out, with Haze quickly moving into positon for the cover. The referee slides in... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... Anderson Haze!!!

Rockwell: A big win for Haze on his return!

Hood: Yeah, I was expecting a little bit more of a fight from Madhouse Madi.

Rockwell: She looked off her game tonight, but hopefully she can use Haze's example and work on recovering from this defeat.

Hood: And start making videos again!

Rockwell: Yes, that, too. Congratulations to Haze, and welcome back!

*Haze climbs up the turnbuckle, throwing out his Peace signs to the cheering crowd. He looks energized by the victory, whereas Madhouse Madi is having trouble recovering after feeling the Haze Effect. We cut away from the ring.*



*In a split-screen shot, we see both The Big Bifford and Ed Houston. The two men are warming up in their own ways. For Houston, that means stretching. For Bifford, that means food, in this case, his favorite, ham. The two will face off later tonight, in their first match since Houston won the World Title from Bifford. Both men look prepared to fight. Suddenly, a similar-looking attendant walks into each room.*

Attendant #1: This is for you, Mr. Bifford.

Attendant #2: I'm supposed to deliver this to you, Mr. Houston.

*Both Bifford and Houston accept the notes, although Bifford appears to be giving a nod to Boris to follow the attendant. They open up their letters at the same time.*

The Big Bifford: A special ref?

Ed Houston: Mack??

*Both look annoyed at the news, with Houston crumpling up his letter and tossing it away. We go to commercial.*





*We cut to the Mustard Factory. How do we KNOW it's the Mustard Factory? Because it says in yellow, gooey font at the bottom of the screen:*

THE MUSTARD FACTORY

*Puffer is glaring into the camera. He's trying to look mean.*

Jack Puffer: Okay, how's this?

*He grits his teeth.*

Voice: You look like a fucking bitch!

*Puffer seems a bit affronted. But he sucks it up and tries to make another face. It looks very much the same.*

Voice: Oh man that is FLEEK.

*Puffer is confused by the term Fleek. His confusion gives his facial progression pause. It stays the same.*

Voice: WHAT A BITCH ASS FACE.

*Puffer is now VERY confused. His face gives his confusion away.*

Voice: OH SHIT! That's the moneymaker RIGHT THERE.

*The Good Detective rolls his eyes.*

Jack Puffer: Damnit, Dow Jones. Which is it? Good or Bad?

Dow Jones: Hey! I'm openly Bi-Polar, okay? Don't go making fun of me like that. It hurts.

Jack Puffer: Look, I'm...

Dow Jones: Haha, nah man, make fun of me all you want!

*Puffer realizes he's getting nowhere. He spots TMDC. He whistles. TMDC hustles over.*

Jack Puffer: Modern Day Crusader...can you give me some advice on my face.

TMDC: No.

Jack Puffer: Why not?

TMDC: I just wouldn't feel right giving a man tips on his face.

Jack Puffer: I want to know if I look aggressive enough to answer Noah Hanson's challenge! C'mon, Crusader! You're the only one around here with any sense.

*TMDC sighs and motions for Puffer to make a face.*

Jack Puffer: Yea?

*TMDC shakes his head 'no'.*

Jack Puffer: Okay, how about now.

*TMDC reaches back and slugs Puffer in the PUSS. Puffer stumbles around...he's dumbstruck...punchdrunk.*

Dow Jones: OH SHIT! Haha!

*TMDC rips the camera from Jones. Dow rushes over to Puffer.*

Dow Jones: Are you okay, sir? Damnit, TMDC...how could you?

TMDC: Damnit, Dow...head over there and work on that roof like I told ya! If you ain't training then you're working the land!

Dow Jones: Fuck you bitch! I don't have to do a damn thing you tell me!

*Dow Jones proceeds to whistle and head to work. Puffer swallows some air and stands upright, he glares into the camera, which is in front of TMDC's face.*

Jack Puffer: Now, you listen here, Crusader. If you ever...

TMDC: Noah Hanson!

Jack Puffer: What?

TMDC: This is it! Your face! Your tone! ROLL!

*It takes him longer than it should...but Puffer catches on.*

Jack Puffer: Oh, right. Ahem...Noah Hanson! I heard what you said last Friday at Inferno. Your blistering comments got me heated. And, no, I'm not being PUNNY. Probably not, anyway. But here's the deal, mister. I take great offense to your derision. And, I am to do something about it.

*TMDC is sorta groaning as Puffer begins to fall back into his placid demeanor.*

Jack Puffer: Blood on the Battlefield, Mr. Hanson. If you don't mind. We wage WAR. We'll leave the GCWA authorities up to deciding what's at stake...aside from revenge. But, make no mistake about it, sir. The GOOD Detective is coming for you at Blood on the Battlefield. You had better be ready.

*Puffer nods with confidence. TMDC lowers the camera and shuts it off. He looks ready to abscond.*

Jack Puffer: Well?

*And Puffer drops the question TMDC was hoping to avoid.*

TMDC: It was, well, it was something.

Jack Puffer: Good, right? I'm finding that edge, right?

TMDC: Well, at first, sure but then...you kind of mellowed back into friendly neighbor mode.

Jack Puffer: Seriously?

*TMDC nods. Puffer is about to ask for a re-take. His process is interrupted as a giant RV swerves onto the property with "YOO HOO" by Imperial Teen blaring. Puffer and TMDC wince. TMDC covers his ears.*

TMDC: What in the world?!

Jack Puffer: It's Alice!!

TMDC: Why is that music so darn loud!

Jack Puffer: She's going through some things right now, Crusader. She needs her space.

TMDC: I can't work with that NOISE blaring out here! Somebody needs to calm her down.

Jack Puffer: I'd advise against that. She's got a lot of angst. I've never seen her so angry before.

TMDC: Surely somebody out here can reason with her.

*BBC walks up...hands around the waist band of his shorts.*

BBC: I'll deal with her.

*BBC starts to pull his shorts down.*

Jack Puffer: NO, BBC, NO! Keep your shorts on, for the love of humanity! Get back into the facility and train...fully clothed!

BBC: Are you sure? I mean, I can rip these things off and head in there and convince Miss Knight to calm down.

Jack Puffer: That won't be necessary. As I said, keep those shorts on.

*Welsh steps up.*

Marcus Welsh: What's all the fuss?

Jack Puffer: Alice has locked herself in her trailer and she's blaring slightly obscure 90s music. She's very anxious right now. Angry, too.

Marcus Welsh: Step aside. I know how to handle that weirdo. I did it in OCW for years.

*Welsh, full of confidence, heads towards Alice's LOUD trailer. He's carrying a picnic basket.*

Jack Puffer: WINDS OF KATRINA...he's stepping into a massacre! Welsh! No! Comeback!

*Welsh ignores The Good Detective. He pulls the door to Alice's trailer open. The volume from the music nearly knocks him down. He powers through...he pauses. He speaks to himself...louder than normal due to the music.*

Marcus Welsh: I need a good OPENER.

*The music stops. Welsh's brow furrows. He leans in, the picnic basket makes its appearance inside the trailer. Suddenly, Welsh is yanked inside the trailer. The door shuts. The trailer shakes and thrashes violently.*

Jack Puffer: HOLY SMOKES

TMDC: That man stepped smack dab in the middle of a hornet's nest.

Jack Puffer: This isn't the same Alice, Crusader. Alice is very angry. She's had enough of picnics and openers.

*The trailers continues to thrash wildly. We hear feral, high pitched screams. They sound like the cries of Marcus Welsh. BBC tugs at his shorts.*

BBC: I can head in there and help. Penetrate the situation, if you know what I mean.

Jack Puffer: Dang it, BBC! JUST STAND DOWN.

Tony the Spider: Ahahaha

Jack Puffer: Oh...hey Tony. Yea, I agree. We just let this play out. She won't KILL him...I don't think.

*The door finally opens, nearly blowing off its hinges. Welsh flies through the air, landing at the feet of the onlookers. The picnic basket follows suit, crashing into a hundred pieces next to Welsh's torn, tattered, and broken body. Welsh groans.*

Jack Puffer: You okay?

*Welsh continues to groan. The door to Alice's RV is slammed shut once again. YOO HOO continues to blare. The vehicle peels out and hauls ass out of view.*

Jack Puffer: Poor Alice.

*Indeed, Poor Alice. The residents of the Mustard Factory get back to work as they send their well wishes to founding member Alice Knight in the hope that she will soon find her way. We return to ringside.*

Hood: I never thought I'd say this... but I'm a little scared of Alice now...

Rockwell: I wouldn't want to go anywhere near that RV right now.

Hood: So it's going to be Noah Hanson vs. Jack Puffer at Blood On The Battlefiend?

Rockwell: Looks that way! That's a marquee match!

Hood: As long as you make Hanson's name look a lot bigger...

Rockwell: Let's get back to the ring!


Singles Match
The Lost Soul (28-25-2) vs. Dangerous Dan (37-31-2)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... making his way to the ring... standing 6'3" and weighing 235 lbs... from Parts Unknown... a former multi-time champion in the GCWA... here is The Lost Soul!!

* The theme to Halloween plays as the lights dim. A spotlight shines on the entrance way as TLS appears. The crowd brings out their phones and turns on their flashlight apps as he makes his way methodically to the ring.*

Rockwell: The Lost Soul has been through the wringer lately on his quest to finally end The Big Bifford once and for all.

Hood: Did I seriously see CLONES of The Lost Soul?

Rockwell: Maybe... I'm not sure I even want to talk about that. We might end up drugged and thrown in a dumpster somewhere.

Hood: Good point, I saw nothing, I know nothing. TLS is just a wrestler.

Rockwell: Yep.

Minos: standing 5'11" and weighing 225 lbs... from Smithville, Tennessee... he is a GCWA Hall of Famer... with his brother, Crazy Chris... here is Dangerous Dan!!

*The lights go out as a strobe of red and blue begin flashing across the arena:

"I was born in a thunderstorm
I grew up overnight
I played alone
I played on my own
but I survived"

*Dangerous Dan and Crazy Chris emerge onto the stage area staring out into the crowd.*

"I wanted everything I never had
Like the love that comes with life
I wore envy and I hated it
But I survived"

*The wrestlers begin making their way towards the ring, embracing the fans, but keeping their emotions in check.*

"I had a one way ticket to a place where all the demons go
Where the wind don't change
And nothing in the ground can ever grow
No hope, just lies
And you're taught to cry in your pillow
But I survived"

*Dan now climbs the steps and heads up to the turnbuckle, with Chris going up on the other side. Dan points to the crowd, and lip syncs "I'm still breathing..." from his theme song lyrics. Dan and Chris slowly climb down the turnbuckle and stand in the middle of the ring, as the lights dim and a spotlight shines on them. Dan falls to his knees with Chris behind him as the lyrics from his song blasts over the PA:*

"I'm ALIVE...I'm ALIVE...I'm ALIIIIIIIIIIIVE!"

*The spotlight fades out as Dan stands to his feet, with Chris looking confident next to him. They head to the corner waiting for the match to start.*

Rockwell: Dangerous Dan was training with his future possible husband, Dean, this week, but there seemed to be tension between the two.

Hood: I really don't want to know about their tension.

Rockwell: You really need to work on expanding your horizons, Hood.

Hood: It's not that... it's the fact that his name is Dean! Which means I can't help but think about President Dean!

Rockwell: We haven't seen him since Derek Mobley lost the World Title, have we? Wonder where he is...

*The Bell Rings.*

Hood: Anyhow, let's get this battle of old-timers over with so we can get to the main event matches!

Rockwell: I'd say any fight between Dangerous Dan and The Lost Soul could headline on any given night, Hood.

Hood: Not in the New Era...

*Dangerous Dan says a quick word to Crazy Chris, then turns coming towards the center to face off with The Lost Soul. The two may have allied together in the fight against The Big Bifford, but there's clearly no love lost between them. They lock up, struggling against each other, until The Lost Soul manages to get an arm twist on Dan. The lightweight immediately starts doing a couple of flips, twisting it around into a reversal. The Lost Soul responds with a right hand, knocking Dangerous Dan back. He starts throwing strikes, backing Dan up, but Dan manages a block and starts using his feet, snapping off a couple of quick kicks to leave The Lost Soul on the defense. Dan then runs to the ropes and comes back, leaping in the air for a Superman punch, but The Lost Soul ducks underneath it, avoiding the strike. He grabs Dan from behind, lifting and tossing him overhead with a belly-to-back suplex! But Dangerous Dan lands on his feet! The Lost Soul turns, and the two veterans stare each other down, with the fans giving a strong cheer.*

Rockwell: We're seeing two wrestlers that have faced off many times before.

Hood: Too many times before. What a boring match!

Rockwell: What? That was an exciting sequence!

Hood: And it's going to slow down quickly...

Rockwell: Are you questioning the decision of the Barrows to create this match?

Hood: ... Of course not!

Rockwell: Then this match was a good idea?

Hood: Fuck... you trapped me... I'm trapped...

*The two stars lock up again, this time with The Lost Soul shoving Dangerous Dan back into the corner. The ref calls for the break, and The Lost Soul steps back... then goes for the quick punch, only for Dangerous Dan to avoid it. He shoves TLS into the corner instead and starts peppering him with lefts and rights. He then jumps up next to TLS and comes back off, taking the masked wrestler for a ride with a monkey flip! The Lost Soul crashes backwards to the mat, stunned, as Dangerous Dan kips up to his feet. He runs to the turnbuckle and hops up, turning to face The Lost Soul as he rises up. Dangerous Dan leaps, taking flight with a missile dropkick, but The Lost Soul manages to knock him off-course to the side, avoiding the hit! Dan twists upon landing, getting his arms under him to lessen the blow. He jumps up, but The Lost Soul is right there with a kick to the mid-section, followed by a DDT! He makes the cover... 1... 2.. and Dan shoves his way free of the pin attempt.*

Rockwell: The Lost Soul is a wily old veteran, one of those wrestlers that's always thinking several steps ahead.

Hood: Which is good, except that it takes him forever to make those steps! I mean, he's not on EHUD's level, of course, but he'll get there one day...

Rockwell: As long as he can keep winning, Hood, I see no reason for The Lost Soul to ever stop...

*The Lost Soul has Dangerous Dan back up, latching the wrestler into an Abdominal Stretch to keep him contained. The referee circles, even as Dangerous Dan struggles against the hold. Crazy Chris is seen on the outside, looking a little concerned for his brother. As the referee moves to the side, talking to Dan, The Lost Soul looks over at the nearby ropes, tempted to add some leverage. He opts not to, however, as Dangerous Dan is already starting to fight his way free. The Lost Soul suddenly drops the hold, pushing Dan away, then he comes in, grabbing Dan and delivering a Russian leg sweep! TLS makes another cover... 1... 2... but Dangeorus Dan kicks out. The Lost Soul immediately pulls Dan up, whipping him into the ropes. He goes for a shoulder lift, but Dan manages to boot him in the stomach instead, following it up with a Twist of Fate!! The Lost Soul's down, as a hurting Dan puts an arm on him... 1... 2... but The Lost Soul pushes the arm off and rolls to his stomach.*

Rockwell: One thing about Dangerous Dan, he can always surprise you with a lightning-quick move!

Hood: Yeah, but he can't just tag out Crazy Chris now and recover. This is where tag-team wrestlers always struggle.

Rockwell: Maybe, but The Lost Soul can't tag anyone, either.

Hood: He could have someone under the ring wearing the same mask and clothes, and switch out. That's what I'd do...

*With The Lost Soul trying to recover, Dangerous Dan moves to the side, preparing himself. He charges forward, towards the ropes, springing off of them while grabbing at TLS to perform the ENDDING To Remember (Springboard Diving DDT)!!! The Lost Soul hits hard, but instinctively tries to roll towards the ropes to get out of the ring. Dangerous Dan stops him, though, hauling him back in order to make the pin... 1... 2... but TLS kicks out again. Dangerous Dan gets himself back up, taking a few deep breaths before going to pick the masked wrestler up again. He looks out of the ring, pointing there, before dragging The Lost Soul that direction and whipping him, no, reversal from The Lost Soul, and Dangerous Dan's the one who ends up over the ropes and onto the apron! He catches himself, but only for a moment, as The Lost Soul jumps, dropkicking him backwards to the outside!! The Lost Soul then immediately gets up and weighs his target before running to the ropes and back, diving through the ropes to land on Dangerous Dan with a loud thud!! The fans pop, excited by the move, as TLS works to recover.*

Rockwell: The Lost Soul may not be as athletic as he once was, but he can still fly when he wants to!

Hood: It was a hell of a move, but he's lucky he didn't break a hip!

Rockwell: You should show more respect for the veterans!

Hood: I do... for the ones who did the right thing and retired!

*The referee is counting away inside the ring, watching both wrestlers outside. The Lost Soul moves to the ropes first, pulling himself under them to stop the count, then swiftly going back out. He walks over to the recovering Dangerous Dan, grabbing him and taking him over to the guardrail. He whips Dan into the railing, causing a clang as Dan sags against the metal! The Lost Soul leans into Dan, talking about how he's going to remove him just to hurt Bifford, before dragging Dan over towards the steel steps. He whips Dan towards them, no, Dan hops up onto the steps and springs backwards, flipping and catching TLS by the head before dropping with a neckbreaker!! Both wrestlers are down, as the count continues. As it reaches 7, Dan pulls himself up, turning and rolling into the ring. He stays there, in a seated position, as the referee counts 8... 9... and The Lost Soul barely manages to pull himself in before time runs out, keeping this contest going!*

Rockwell: For a second, I thought we were going to get a countout!

Hood: C'mon, ref, you can count faster than that!

Rockwell: This match is too exciting to end like that, Hood!

Hood: You'd think the ref learned his numbers from Sesame Street or something, the way he counts...

*As The Lost Soul works his way back to his feet, Dangerous Dan comes in on the attack, kicking TLS and locking him up to drop with the Danger Zone (Angel's Wings)!!! The fans cheer the move as Dangerous Dan rolls his opponent over for the cover... 1... 2... but TLS refuses to stay down. The two wrestlers get up, with Dan snapping TLS back to the mat with a diamond cutter! The Lost Soul's back down, but Dan decides to not try another cover. Instead, Dangerous Dan heads to the turnbuckle, climbing up to the top to stare down at TLS. He points down at his foe, apparently ready to finish it, as The Lost Soul hasn't moved. Dan leaps off with The ENDD (Swanton Bomb), going airborne!! But TLS suddenly moves, causing Dan to change direction and do more of a roll instead. He jumps up, charging back at The Lost Soul, but TLS is there to meet him, catching Dangerous Dan and rolling him up with a schoolboy pin!! The referee dives in, counting... 1... 2... NO! Dangerous Dan barely gets free in time!*

Rockwell: That's how The Lost Soul took out Ryot!

Hood: That schoolboy may not be pretty, but I have to admit, it can be effective.

Rockwell: Dangerous Dan's got to be on his guard, or else this one could be over just like that!

*Both wrestlers get up slowly, the effects of the match becoming more and more apparent. The Lost Soul kicks at Dangerous Dan, bending him over. The kick might have gone a little low, but the referee missed it, even as Crazy Chris shouts about it from the outside. TLS takes Dan over towards the corner, bodyslamming him to the canvas, before slowly climbing up the turnbuckle. He's looking to get the Souled Out (Somersault Leg Drop) from the top! But Dangerous Dan recovers in time, managing to knock TLS' legs out from under him and cause him to straddle the turnbuckle! Dan follows him up, landing a few punches to keep him stunned. The Lost Soul tries to fight back, but a shot to the windpipe stops that, allowing Dangerous Dan to latch onto TLS and come off the top with Nightmare On ENDD Street (Top-Rope TWist of Fate)!!! Both wrestlers are down after the impact, with Crazy Chris frantically pounding on the apron to get Dan to make the cover. He eventually rolls over, putting out an arm... 1... 2... 3, NO!!! The Lost Soul gets his arm up!*

Hood: How is The Lost Soul still fighting? He should have multiple broken bones right now!

Rockwell: The man's shown resiliency his entire career, Hood, and it isn't stopping now!

Hood: I swear, someday, he's going to die in the ring... and then at least we'll get to watch him get unmasked...

*Dangerous Dan struggles back up, exhausted after all the impacts in this one. He goes back to The Lost Soul, being careful to pull him up in a way that he can't turn it into a pinning combination. Instead, The Lost Soul tries to fire back up, launching a punch at Dan's side, only to have Dan catch the arm and control it. He lands a couple of shots to the jaw, stunning TLS. He then knees him in the gut twice, bending the masked wrestler over. Dangerous Dan nods, seeing the end, and bends down, locking TLS up for the ENDD Of An Era (Dirty Deeds)!! HE goes to take him back, but The Lost Soul blocks it, instead lifting Dan up and throwing him overhead! Dan somehow lands on his feet, although he stumbles forward to the corner. He turns, but TLS runs in, leaping with a high knee to smash Dan into the turnbuckle!! Dan leans over, allowing TLS to grab him and drop him with the Soulbuster (Brainbuster)!! With Dan down, TLS turns and works quickly up the turnbuckle, standing there for only a second before leaping off with the Souled Out (Somersault Leg Drop)!!! He lands it!! The fans react, as does Crazy Chris, even as The Lost Soul makes the cover... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... The Lost Soul!!!

Rockwell: The Lost Soul is on a winning streak!

Hood: Hell, how did he not die going for that leg drop??

Rockwell: Could we see The Lost Soul use this victory to bounce into title contention? The man is getting the victories!

Hood: Man, I hope not...

Rockwell: Dangerous Dan had some strong moments out there, but the victory eludes him, unfortunately. What a great contest for mid-show!

Hood: Yeah, sure... now let's move on to Bifford/Houston!

Rockwell: We're not there yet, Hood, but we're coming up fast!

*The Lost Soul doesn't spend any time celebrating with the fans, as he's already left the ring, limping slightly as he starts to head for backstage. Crazy Chris enters the ring, looking after his brother, who's already come to and is looking disappointed. We drop away to commercial.*




Singles Match
Ed Houston (12-3) vs. The Big Bifford (37-14-1)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... introducing first... the special guest referee... standing 6'3" and weighing 220 lbs... from Brooklyn, New York... here is the GCWA Heavyweight Champion of the World... Mack O'Connor!!

"Vagabond" by the Greenskeepers hits. Mack O'Connor walks out on the stage and walks directly to the ring, dressed in jeans and a black tank top. He occasionally raises an arm to acknowledge and get a rise out of the fans. O'Connor slides into the ring, taking a position near the center.*

Rockwell: I still can't believe Barrows allowed this.

Hood: Hey, he wanted to add some more drama and intrigue to this contest!

Rockwell: Bifford/Houston doesn't need it! These guys put on an epic PPV contest last year!

Hood: Yeah, but we don't have a razor-wire steel cage here to add to it, do we? You've got to think more creatively, Adrian!

Minos: Now entering the arena... standing 6'4" and weighing 411 lbs... from Phoenix, Arizona... he is a former two-time GCWA World Heavyweight Champion... The Big Bifford!!

*The place erupts as "Gangsta's Paradise" by Coolio begins to play. The curtains part, and The Big Bifford walks out onto the stage, standing there and looking around at the crowd with a smile on his face. He stomps down the ramp and heads for the ring, his MAGICAL FLEECE waving around him.*

Rockwell: Since his return to the GCWA, The Big Bifford has accomplished most of his goals, including winning Ultimate Survival.

Hood: No, PerZag won it. Bifford got DQ'ed, remember?

Rockwell: Only due to the Barrows trying to rig the match. Either way, Bifford's got the chance to become GCWA World Champion for the third time at Blood On The Battlefield, and it seems dangerous to bet against him at this point.

Hood: Dangerous, as in... Dan?

Rockwell: No.

Hood: Ahh. Missed opportunity.

Minos: His opponent... standing 5'9" and weighing 175 lbs... from Miami, Florida... he is a former GCWA World Champion... "The Rocketman" Ed Houston!!

*The screen turns black and then slowly starts to count down from 10. Once it hits 1 the sound of a rocket taking off echoes throughout the arena. You're Gonna Go Far, Kid starts to blare as Ed Houston slowly makes his way down the entrance ramp. He stops by fans in the crowd and high fives them. Once he gets about half way down the ramp, he sprints and slides under the rope. He quickly jumps to his feet and makes his way up to the turnbuckle where he waves to the crowd.*

Rockwell: Houston, in contrast, is looking to regain the belt that he lost in just three quick seconds.

Hood: Isn't that the way it always is, though?

Rockwell: Yes, but a World Title match usually isn't decided by a small package.

Hood: Nobody thinks Mack O'Connor has a small package...

Rockwell: That's not what I meant!

Hood: All I'm saying is, stop thinking about men's packages, Adrian.

*Bifford and Houston meet inside the ring, staring at each other. Both are probably remembering the bloody contest at Darkness Falls 2019, the last time they faced off. They start talking, getting ready to lock up, when both seem to realize that no bell has sounded, which means the match hasn't begun yet. Both wrestlers turn towards where Mack O'Connor is leaning on the ropes. O'Connor smirks at them, taking a flash from his pocket and getting a quick drink. After putting the flash away, O'Connor finally turns and signals to the timekeeper. The Bell Rings, finally kicking us off.*

Rockwell: I was starting to wonder if this one was going to begin...

Hood: Mack can be a pretty patient man, Adrian, but he'll get the job done.

Rockwell: I suppose, but it's not a great sign that we had a delay on getting the bell rung.

*Houston doesn't seem too happy with O'Connor's attitude so far, questioning him for a second before turning back to The Big Bifford... who starts punching away at Houston! He smashes Houston again and again with a closed right fist, rocking the smaller wrestler, as O'Connor steps back, glad to see things getting started. The Big Bifford picks Houston up, looking for a Samoan splash, but Houston manages to come off behind him, landing on his feet. As Bifford turns, Houston tries for Houston, We've Got A Problem!! But Bifford catches the foot, stopping it! Houston immediately responds into an enziguri, but Bifford throws Houston's other leg away before he can, causing Houston to do a flip and crash to the mat! Bifford goes off the ropes and takes a few huge steps before jumping, going for a splash, with Houston barely rolling out of the way in time!! He jumps up, running towards the ropes and coming back for a Shining Wizard, but Bifford rolls himself quickly out of the ring to recover, avoiding it.*

Hood: Not much connecting going on so far.

Rockwell: Once you've faced off in championship matches, wrestlers tend to learn some of the tricks of their opponent.

Hood: Maybe, but Bifford is probably the most unpredictable big man in history...

*As Bifford stands away from the ring, rubbing his chest after that missed splash, Houston appears to be lining him up. He starts running across the ring, looking for a suicide dive! But Mack O'Connor surprisingly steps right in Houston's way! Houston, stunned, manages to stop in time, avoiding a hit to the referee that might have cost him the match. He argues with O'Connor, but the "referee" is apparently saying that he'd disqualify Houston if he leapt over the ropes! Houston calls that ridiculous, but O'Connor says he doesn't make the rules, with a smirk on his face. Houston, angry, turns and sees The Big Bifford having come up the stairs. He runs over, grabbing at him, but Bifford quickly smacks Houston in the gut through the ropes, bending him over. Bifford then steps into the ring and locks Houston up, dropping with a double-arm DDT! Houston's down, as The Big Bifford works to get back to his feet, using the nearby ropes to help him.*

Rockwell: Already, O'Connor's making decisions that affect this match!

Hood: Hey, maybe Mack was just looking out for Ed's safety. Ever think of that, Adrian?

Rockwell: I truly doubt O'Connor has Houston's best interests at heart.

Hood: If Houston gets hurt now, he'd probably miss Blood on the Battlefield! Mack's just keeping him from trying any insane risks!

*Bifford has Houston up now, holding him against the ropes and nailing him with several large chops! Houston's exposed chest takes the impact hard, turning a bright, blistering red from the ferocity of the chops. Bifford then pulls Houston towards him, lifting him onto his shoulder as if he was just a child. Bifford takes Houston over to the corner, taking him up and dropping him face-first onto the top of the turnbuckle!! The Rocketman slumps in the corner, dazed, as The Big Bifford looks to be having a great time now. After nodding to a few cheering fans, he takes a few steps away, lining Houston up, and starts forward for a monster splash... and O'Connor grabs his arm, managing to get Bifford to come to a stop!! Bifford pulls free of O'Connor, not wanting to be touched by any referee, no matter who they are. O'Connor puts a finger on his face, telling him to back off, and points first to Houston, then at Bifford's large waist, saying that he sees that as illegal.*

Rockwell: Is Bifford saying that Bifford is too... fat?

Hood: I mean... he's not wrong...

Rockwell: But that has absolutely nothing to do with the rules of this one!

*As Bifford and O'Connor continue to argue, Houston has recovered enough to pull himself up onto the turnbuckle. Before Bifford can take notice, Houston jumps to the nearby rope and springboards up, flying backwards with a standing moonsault into the large wrestler, dropping him to the mat!! Houston tries to stay on top, holding on, but O'Connor just studies them for a second before sighing and kicking at the mat once... twice... and Bifford easily escapes in time. Houston, glaring over at O'Connor, nonetheless stays focused, staying on Bifford with a series of kicks to keep him on his hands and knees. Houston then goes off the ropes and runs back, leaping high with a double boot strike to Bifford's back, knocking him into the canvas! Houston then goes for Bifford's ankle, trying to apply the Countdown (Ankle Lock)!! Bifford, though, still has plenty of fight left, kicking Houston off to avoid the bone-breaking submission hold.*

Rockwell: Interesting to see Houston trying for his submission.

Hood: If he goes high-risk again, Mack might shut him down for his own well-being. This way, the only one in danger is Bifford.

Rockwell: True, and it wouldn't shock me to see O'Connor immediately end the match, whether Bifford has submitted or not, just to get under the man's skin.

Hood: That is not skin that anyone should want to get under... it'd probably be suffocating.

*Houston backs off as The Big Bifford rises up once more, trying to pull himself back together. Houston runs in, hitting a high knee that bounces Bifford into the ropes! Houston runs forward, going for a second knee, but Bifford catches him and quickly scoop slams him, putting Houston on his back! Bifford leans on the ropes for a second, somehow staying upright, as Houston struggles to try and get up. But Bifford doesn't let his rival recover, kicking him in the gut and bringing Houston up in the air, landing a powerbomb!! Houston's on his back, even as Bifford leans on the ropes to get some momentum before coming forward, dropping a meaty elbow across Houston's throat! Bifford then rolls over, putting his weight onto Houston to hold him down... and he keeps holding... but there's no count. Bifford pushes himself up, looking around, spotting O'Connor off to the side. He looks like he's grown bored of this match, instead drinking from his flask again.*

Hood: I hope that's Bud Light in there. Sponsorships have to be honored...

Rockwell: So do referee duties! O'Connor's not doing his job!

Hood: Like Houston would have stayed down from an elbow drop anyway...

*O'Connor finishes his drink and turns back, now aware of The Big Bifford coming over to him. He wants O'Connor to be there to make the count so he can win and become champion. O'Connor shakes his head, laughing at Bifford, but the big man is not in the mood for laughter. He grabs O'Connor by his shirt, but O'Connor quickly reminds him that he'll be DQ'ed if he goes after Mack. Bifford lets go... even as Houston comes jumping in from behind, nailing Bifford in the back of his legs!! Bifford, thrown off, tumbles backwards, with Houston immediately shoving at him to keep his shoulders down! O'Connor, right there... steps out of the ring rather than making the count. He goes outside, apparently arguing with a fan that's drinking what looks to be a mediocre beer. He knocks it from the fan's hand, spilling it all over, then proceeds to lecture the terrified fan about making good choices. In the ring, Houston and Bifford are back up, looking at each other with frustrated expressions.*

Rockwell: This is just stupid...

Hood: You've got a problem with Mack being a good role model now? How petty are you?

Rockwell: I don't see how this match is ending with a referee...

*O'Connor finally finishes up his 'pep talk' and smacks the fan on the back, nearly knocking him over the railing. He turns back and decides to return to the ring, where both Bifford and Houston are waiting. He gets in, staring at both men before asking what the fuck they're doing? He signals for them to start fighting again, telling them to stop wasting his time. Bifford and Houston turn to face off once more, glaring at each other... before both turn and land a double punch to O'Connor!! The World Champion falls backwards, surprised by the attack. He takes a seat, even as Bifford and Houston advance, no, Bifford grabs Houston from behind and takes him over with a belly-to-back suplex!! Houston, though, flips in mid-air, managing to land on his feet! He gets up, leaping at Bifford, who immediately catches him and throws him overhead... into a rising O'Connor!! Both wrestlers go down, as Bifford turns to go after both of them.*

Hood: They attacked the referee!

Rockwell: About damn time!

Hood: But the bell hasn't rung! And I doubt Mack's going to end it!

*Bifford brings Houston and O'Connor both up, holding both by the back of the head with each arm. He goes to slam the two wrestlers together, but both Houston and O'Connor break free at the same time! They turn, double-teaming Bifford with punches and kicks, driving the bigger man back. Bifford tries to respond with a double clothesline, but both wrestlers duck under it, grabbing Bifford's head from the back and dropping him with a double neckbreaker!! Bifford rolls away, as Houston pulls himself up... only for O'Connor to kick him in the gut and go for Hollow Point (Stunner)!! Houston pushes O'Connor off into the ropes instead, then goes for Houston, We've Got A Problem (Superkick) on the return!! But O'Connor holds the ropes to stay out of range, then rushes forward, tackling Houston to the ground!! The two men start to brawl, even as Bifford works to get back to his feet and get back into it. He stumbles towards the action, even as GCWA Security starts to show up to the loud boos of the crowd.*

Hood: Let them fight!

Rockwell: I think Barrows has decided just to protect his investment now, Hood.

Hood: But we don't have a winner!

Rockwell: And I don't think we were going to get one, unless O'Connor decided to count his own pins...

*Security works to separate the three men, but it's not easy to break up any GCWA brawl, much less one involving these three athletes. They do their best, as Minos steps up, mic in hand.*

Minos: Due to a decision sent in from management... this match has been ruled... a NO-CONTEST!!

*The boos are even heavier now, as the fans wanted to see a clean finish. But it's not to be, even as Bifford starts dragging GCWA security guards with him as he takes swings at O'Connor.*

Rockwell: We may have no winner, but we've got a hell of a brawl!



*The Big Bifford and O'Connor get pulled to the outside, still trying to brawl, even if security members get in the way. They grab at each other, with O'Connor going for the throat while Bifford keeps swinging at his head. Both men then turn at the same time, looking up, as Houston comes somersaulting off a springboard of the ropes, flying at them with a variation of Blastoff (Shooting Star Press)!!! HE crashes into both men, as well as the security force, in a huge crash!! Everyone falls, switching the crowd back to happiness as they got to see a memorable moment.*

Rockwell: Houston can take to the sky like no one else!

Hood: And he could have been hurt! That's what Mack was working so hard to prevent!

*Houston gets to his feet, raising his arms up as he backs away from the carnage. He smiles as he starts to turn... and PerZag is there, kicking him in the stomach!! PerZag then lifts Houston up in one motion, dropping him with the Worthiest Move of All (Project Ciampa)!!!! Houston falls to the side, hurting, as PerZag gets back to his feet, smiling down at him.*

Rockwell: Where the hell did PerZag come from??

Hood: He was probably waiting for his match in the main event.

Rockwell: But why's he out here now??

Hood: To send a message that he's not to be forgotten, and message received!!!

*The camera focuses on PerZag as he backs away, smirking, getting himself out of range just in case the rising O'Connor or Big Bifford decide to come his way. He's got a title match to worry about, after all. We see the faces of all of the wrestlers zoomed in for a second, before we cut away, heading to commercial.*





*We go backstage to the owners' suite, where Jonathan and Deana Barrows are waiting. Both are wearing their 'professional' smiles they save for official announcements. There is something under a cover in front of them, obscured from the camera.*

Jonathan Barrows: Good evening, all. I hope you've been enjoying a very exciting night of GCWA wrestling. We won't keep you long from it.

Deana Barrows: We do, however, want to make a special announcement, coming from all of us here at... hey, Johnny, where's Hunter, anyway? Shouldn't he be here?

*Deana looks at Jonathan, her smile slipping slightly.*

Jonathan Barrows: Oh, Hunter has... other business right now. But don't worry, he'll be around later, and he fully condones this announcement.

Deana Barrows: Okay... so, the roster here in the GCWA has been growing stronger and stronger in the last month, thanks in part to Ultimate Survival. We're looking at record numbers being signed at the rate we're going. Some of these wrestlers are still training up to become superstars, but they've got lots of potential.

Jonathan Barrows: And we want this potential to be recognized and brought to fruition. As part of that, and thanks to having such an incredible roster... we are bringing back one of our most well-known championships... the GCWA Television Title!

*Jonathan reaches over and pulls the cover away, revealing the old GCWA Television Championship. The crowd can be heard giving a small cheer, although they're pretty far away from the GCWA suites.*

Deana Barrows: This is a title that has been worn by many legendary wrestlers in the GCWA, including Adrian Rockwell, Crazy Chris, Dangerous Dan, Harvey Danger, Mr. Excellent...

Jonathan Barrows: It's a championship that will help jump-start a career here in the GCWA. For someone, that jump-start will take place on May 3rd, as we will be having a small Battle Royal to determine the new champion. This will be a match for someone to make their name, and begin the climb to the top of the company. We look forward to seeing who will seize this opportunity and run with it.

Deana Barrows: Good luck to everyone involved!

*Jonathan and Deana smile again at the camera, as we head back to ringside.*

Rockwell: Hey, my old Television Title! I was the first winner of that, you know!

Hood: Only because you let X-Dog burn your previous Internet Title...

Rockwell: Ah, crap. I was hoping no one remembered that...

Hood: Hey, wasn't this belt unified with the X Division Title?

Rockwell: Yep, but I guess this is a new branch of the title, to be defended every week here in the GCWA!

Hood: Hope someone worthy wins it at Blood on the Battlefield, then! I already have to deal with Zybala as a champ...

Rockwell: Speaking of champs... let's go to Minos for our main event!


GCWA North American Title Match
Tony Savage(c) (13-1) vs. PerZag (4-1)

Minos: It is now time for our main event of the evening... which will be for the GCWA North American Championship!!!

*The crowd looks hyped up, but they can only roar so loud with their limited numbers. This would be a good time for the Barrows to pump in crowd noise, but they don't stoop to that level.*

Minos: First, the challenger... standing 6'5" and weighing 216 lbs... from Australia... here is "The Sexiest Man On Earth" PerZag!!!

*'Whatever It Takes' by Imagine Dragons plays to the crowd as the women in the audience lose their shit. The men roll their eyes, stick fingers up and boo as the 'Sexiest Man On The Earth' PerZag, walks out from the back. He wears a long blue gown as his manager and unwanted girlfriend, Rhiannon Clarkson follows in tow. He winks at all the ladies as he walks past, making them all go crazy as Rhiannon Clarkson walks on, a pissed off look on her face. PerZag reaches the ringside, and quickly slides into the ring. He stands up, walks to the centre of the ring, and stops. The lights suddenly turn off, except for one spotlight that shines on the centre of the ring, directly on PerZag. PerZag grabs at his gown, pulling it off, showcasing his fantastic bod for all the people in the arena. He drops the gown to the ground as all the lights turn back on, and he walks over to one of the corners of the ring to await the match to start.*

Hood: Here he is, the Ultimate Survivor!

Rockwell: Only due to Jonathan Barrows changing the result.

Hood: It still counts! And PerZag's continued to be on a roll! Did you see his Land of Imagination promo? Hysterical!

Rockwell: He definitely paid some strong animators to put that together for him. That's one job that can still be done with social distancing.

Hood: What animators? You mean he didn't actually ride Toothless and use a lightsaber?

Rockwell: Please tell me you're joking.

Hood: Of course I'm joking, you prick! Damn, you're gullible!

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'4" and weighing 231 lbs... from Atlanta, Georgia... here is one-half of the GCWA World Tag-Team Champions and the GCWA North American Champion... Tony Savage!!

*The lights dim low. He has no need for pyrotechnics, all the flashes from smart phones and camera illuminate his way down the ramp.*

*The intense drum beat of "Way Of The Fist' pounds over the arena's sound system, and the man marches down to the ring, dressed in black military pants and boots. His shirtless chest bears tattoos and scars, including bullet and bomb wounds, across his core like a mural. The two titles are on either shoulder, shining in the light.*

*Security makes sure, due to his other job as soldier of fortune, he's not packing any outside weaponry. Once they clear him, he jumps onto the apron and climbs into the ring.*

*He climbs the turnbuckle, his mouth twisted in a wolfish, blood-thirsty grin, as he stands with arms crossed, waiting for action.*

Rockwell: Savage, meanwhile, has been spending time with his wife, Dr. Cassandra Baker-Savage, as well as her dog, Biscuit.

Hood: Dumb little shit...

Rockwell: You shouldn't say that about Savage's wife, he'll probably kick your ass...

Hood: WHAT? I was talking about the dog, you fucking nitwit!

Rockwell: Well, insulting Cassandra's dog probably won't go over well, either.

Hood: Did you see all that shit that Savage had to clean up?

Rockwell: Yeah, that sucked. But if you love the little critter, you put up with it.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Two incredible athletes set to go at it here tonight! I never expected these two to fight unless it was on PPV!

Hood: Yeah, I love the Barrows, but this seems like giving money away. Oh well, it's the apocalypse, might as well make it fun!

Rockwell: Let's see what they've got!

*The referee raises the North American Title in the air near the center of the ring, as both PerZag and Savage look up at it. The ref then walks off to put the belt away, as PerZag approaches Savage. The two jaw back and forth for a minute, before Savage lashes out with a quick left, turning PerZag's head with the hit. PerZag grimaces for a moment, looks down, then suddenly fires back his own shot, rocking Savage backwards. Savage steps back, rubbing his jaw, before facing PerZag with a confident look. He then throws a right, even as PerZag meets it, and the two men start firing back and forth at each other, to the cheers of the crowd! Savage gets the upper hand after a forearm shot, taking PerZag back towards the corner. He starts driving into him with shot after shot, trying to take the fight out of his competition. PerZag, though, gets a reversal, putting Savage in the corner instead and popping him with rights. Savage manages to reverse it AGAIN, and the fists keep on flying.*

Rockwell: While these are both technically-skilled wrestlers, we're starting off with a brawl!

Hood: And I'm all for letting them fight! Two alphas are fighting, let 'em go!

Rockwell: More alpha than Biscuit?

Hood: Damn straight!

*Savage, in control now, whips PerZag towards the other corner, no, reversal from PerZag that sends Savage across instead. He hits the turnbuckle with his back, but comes right out from it, rushing at a surprised PerZag with a heavy clothesline that knocks PerZag down! He hops up, but Savage hits a second clothesline, starting to taking over! Perhaps PerZag feels that as well, as he opts to roll to the outside, taking a few moments to pull himself back together. The referee starts his count, reminding PerZag that he can't stay out there too long. Savage, grinning, waits, feeling strong as he stares out at his opponent. PerZag watches him out of the corner of his eye as he takes a few steps around the ring, getting his composure back. Savage, seeing this, steps up to the ropes, pulling them apart in an open dare for PerZag to come back in. PerZag doesn't rise to the bite, instead going up the stairs slowly and having the ref back Savage off before he comes in.*

Rockwell: Savage got the emotional edge early here.

Hood: Eh, it doesn't mean much. PerZag did what he needed to do to kill the momentum, and now we're even again.

Rockwell: Not in Savage's mind, it's not.

*The two wrestlers lock up again, with PerZag twisting behind Savage with a belly-to-back grip. Savage immediately is able to reverse, trying for his own suplex, but PerZag blocks it with his leg. He throws an elbow backwards that catches Savage on the side of the head, knocking him loose. PerZag turns around, kicking Savage in the stomach to bend him over. He locks up his arms and lifts, getting a double-underhook suplex! Savage rolls through the landing, hurt but trying not to show it as he jumps back up. But PerZag comes in with an uppercut that knocks Savage back to the ropes, then catches him on the rebound and this time gets a vertical suplex, snapping Savage over to the mat! Savage again shows some resilency, working to get himself back up despite being dazed, but PerZag isn't backing down. He nails Savage from behind, then locks him up once more, this time getting a release German suplex!! Savage stays down a little longer this time, as PerZag hops to his feet.*

Hood: It's Suplex City!

Rockwell: I think that's copyrighted.

Hood: Shit, well, it was a hell of a lot of suplexes!

*PerZag looks to be having a much better time now, as he stands over Savage, doing a quick look towards the crowd that probably led to some excitement for some of the ladies. He reaches down to take Savage up, giving him a few love taps before setting him in place for a belly-to-belly suplex to continue the carnage. But Savage breaks free with a couple of headbutts, breaking PerZag's grip on him. As PerZag turns away, with a hand on his forehead, Savage wraps his arms into PerZag's from behind, snapping him over with a high-angle tiger suplex!! He holds on, bridging up, as the referee slides in... 1... 2... and PerZag manages to escape in time! Both wrestlers get up, with PerZag grabbing close to where Savage is, but Savage blocks it with a kick, followed by a double-arm DDT! He makes another cover, hanging onto the leg... 1... 2... and PerZag shoves free again. Savage takes a knee for a second, wiping some sweat from his eyes, as he considers his challenger.*

Hood: Savage is just insane with his chain wrestling...

Rockwell: Only one man, Duce Jones, has been able to stop Savage in the GCWA, and that was in a match involving light tubes and C4!

Hood: PerZag needs to find himself some weapons to put Savage down. He just needs someone to distract the ref!

*Savage has now opted to work over PerZag on the mat, applying a bow and arrow choke submission. PerZag is already fighting to bounce towards the nearby ropes, reaching out his legs desperately. After a few more pushes, PerZag manages to touch the ropes with his toes, calling for the break. Savage does so, getting himself up. He pulls the hurting PerZag up as well, this time applying a standing sleeper! PerZag, though, throws his head back, a painful but successful way to break the hold before it can be locked in. PerZag stumbles away, with both having had their bell rung. Savage seems to shake it off first, moving towards PerZag, but PerZag turns and catches him in the throat, staggering Savage back towards the corner. PerZag then charges, leaping and hitting a Stinger Splash!! Savage slumps in the corner, with PerZag backing off before leaping again with a second Stinger Splash! He then pulls Savage out of the corner, locking him backwards and dropping with an inverted DDT! He makes the cover, hanging on... 1... 2... but the champ kicks out.*

Rockwell: Neither man has been able to land that knockout blow so far.

Hood: I alwways marvel at how much punishment these wrestlers can take. Someone like Warthog's already out at this point!

Rockwell: Yeah, I think you'd be unconscious in a puddle of blood at this point.

Hood: Nope, I'm too fast. I'd already be out of the arena and catching a cab. No WAY am I getting into a fight like this!

*PerZag has Savage back up again, grabbing him by the head and running forward with a bulldog! He turns and tries again... 1... 2... but Savage is refusing to give up his title. PerZag gets them both up, figuring out his next move. He kicks Savage to bend him over, then goes off the ropes and comes back, trying for a Fameasser! But Savage straightens up, causing PerZag to miss completely. As PerZag turns and tries to rush back, Savage catches him and spins with a powerful spinebuster, putting PerZag down!! Savage rolls on top... 1... 2... No! PerZag gets free! Savage shows a tiny bit of frustration with his look at the referee, before getting up. He drags PerZag up and takes him to the corner, banging his head into the turnbuckle. He then works to lift PerZag up into the corner, wanting a muscle buster. But PerZag gets a knee into Savage to knock him back, then leaps off, grabbing Savage's head on the way down for a DDT!! He covers, with the ref right there... 1... 2... Savage escapes!*

Rockwell: Every fall could be the end at this point!

Hood: Or this one could last another hour! What will it take to keep either man down?

Rockwell: Good thing there's nothing else new on TV, because we may be going over tonight!

*With Savage still down, PerZag has moved to his legs, applying a Boston crab submission! He cranks back, trying to give Savage enough pain to make him tap out. But that doesn't seem likely, even as Savage fights against the strain. The referee checks anyway, making sure Savage isn't submitting. PerZag keeps up the pressure, working Savage back. At the same time, the crowd starts to react, raising in cheers, which catches PerZag's attention. He looks out, curious, seeing that Ed Houston is slowly coming up the aisle! He looks ready to get in there, angrily pushing aside security as they start to appear to try and slow him down. PerZag releases the hold, stepping away from Savage, as he points this out to the referee, not wanting a disqualification to cost him his chance at a title. More security is coming out now, quickly getting between Houston and the ring.*

Hood: Houston has no reason to be here!

Rockwell: Just like PerZag didn't need to be there earlier!

Hood: Yeah, but at least he waited until after the match had been thrown out!

*As the referee looks away, watching the chaos beginning to build outside, PerZag turns back to Savage, kicking at him. He pulls him up, deciding on the spot to end things. He sets Savage in place for the powerbomb beginning of the Worthiest Move Of All! But Savage lifts up instead, throwing PerZag over him! PerZag flattens out on landing, crashing hard on the mat. He works to get up, as Savage hits the ropes and rushes at him, landing One Shot, One Kill (Heart Punch)!!!! PerZag collapses, even as Houston reaches the ropes, smiling now as he sees what's happened. Suddenly, though, Jonathan Barrows is there, grabbing at Houston and turning him around! He's yelling at Houston, telling him to stop ruining his main event, with Houston raising his arms in surprise. In the meantime, Savage goes for the pin, but realizes that the referee is distracted. He starts to get up... and gets hit in the back of the head by a steel rod from Hunter Barrows, knocking him forward onto the canvas!! Hunter rolls back out, disappearing quickly, as the fans are booing.*

Rockwell: What the hell was Hunter doing out there??

Hood: Was that Hunter? I didn't get a good look at his face...

Rockwell: You lying son of a...

*Houston and Barrows are still arguing at ringside, with Houston being held by security. In the ring, the referee finally turns back to what's going on, seeing PerZag crawling over towards the unconscious Savage. He puts an arm out, managing to get it across Savage's chest... 1... 2... 3!!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... and the NEW GCWA North American Champion... PerZag!!!

Rockwell: What a sham!! There's no way this should have ended this way!

Hood: Hey, don't blame PerZag! He just took advantage of it!

Rockwell: Was this the plan all along? Did PerZag attack Houston just to get this type of reaction?

Hood: There are many qualities that make a champion, Adrian!

Rockwell: This is just... ugh! We're ending tonight badly, folks, and I'm sorry, but we're out of time!

Hood: New Champion! Wooo!



*PerZag has left the ring now, joined by Jonathan Barrows and the rest of his security. They move away from the ring, with PerZag raising the championship over his head in celebration. Tony Savage has raised his head in the ring, checking the back of his head and finding it bloody. He looks seriously pissed off. PerZag and Barrows get halfway down the aisle, with PerZag still looking extremely enthusiastic.*

*That's when "Gangsta's Paradise" by Coolio begins to play, and The Big Bifford steps out onto the stage!! PerZag stops in his tracks, staring with exhaustion at Bifford, as Jonathan Barrows immediately orders security in front of them. Of course, some have to stay behind, too, due to Ed Houston still there wanting a piece of PerZag. Barrows & PerZag look back and forth, contemplating where to go next, as The Big Bifford closes in on one side, while Houston's standing on the other.*

*A few seconds later, "Vagabond" by the Greenskeepers plays, and now Mack O'Connor has stepped out of the back. He looks ready to continue the brawl he had earlier, making a beeline for The Big Bifford! The crowd is losing it, as Barrows can be seen frantically calling for more security as things look to be breaking down. We fade out, though, before anything else is shown.*

OOC: Happily, another show down. We've got one more Friday Night Inferno before Blood On The Battlefield V, so things are heating up! Hopefully we'll get a match for everyone who wants it at the PPV. As always, we have a smaller card for the show before the PPV, to allow me to charge up my batteries *lol*. Good luck!

GCWA Presents - Friday Night Inferno!

LIVE! Friday, April 24th, 2020

From the GCWA Arena, Dallas, Texas

Opener

TBD

Mid-Card

Violent vs. Xtreme

Dr. Baad vs. John E Depth

Madhouse Madi vs. Ryot

Dave Branson vs. Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn

Main Event

TBD

Roleplaying will be from Friday, April 17th to Wednesday, April 22nd, giving you 6 days to post a roleplay. Remember, each must be in before 12:00am CST to count. You may only post one roleplay per day for the title matches.

Good luck to all!